Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Aryus, there was a show unprecedented, when the mighty trio known as Conan came to the rolling hills of Vancouver for one night of thundering doom…

The band’s battle-hardened companions – the noble Serial Hawk and local village upstart, Koma – fiercely conducted early skirmishes upon the battlefield to make way for their leader, but a heathen horde quickly closed in on the besieged cabaret of Biltmore and it was Conan alone that saved the day, laying waste to wave after wave of the slavering masses.

The soothsayers will not tell if these mighty warriors from across the sea may once again set foot upon familiar shores and, verily, the lamentations of those whiny peasants who missed it (crying, “But we hath plans for the long weekend!”) will be heard for ages hence; but for the loyal acolytes of doom, the final night of Conan’s savage campaign across the vast reaches of North America is now a tale to be told for generations to follow.